In the sprawling office of a successful New York City law firm, a woman sat at her desk, typing furiously on her computer. Her name was Brielle, a 28-year-old secretary with auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face. She had striking green eyes that drew people in, making them feel like they could lose themselves in them. Her lips were full and inviting, and her skin was smooth and flawless.
But what truly set Brielle apart were her assets. She had a pair of huge, round breasts that were barely contained by her low-cut blouse. Her nipples were hard and erect, poking through the thin fabric, begging to be touched. Her waist was narrow, and her hips flared out, leading down to long, toned legs.
Brielle’s desk was positioned in such a way that anyone walking into the office would have a clear view of her from the front. She knew this, and she reveled in the attention it brought her. She would often catch the men (and sometimes the women) in the office stealing glances at her, their eyes lingering on her breasts or her legs. She would smile to herself, knowing that she had them all under her spell.
One day, a new lawyer joined the firm. His name was Ethan, and he was a tall, handsome man with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Brielle was immediately drawn to him, and she could tell that he was just as attracted to her.
Ethan would often come into the office with a stack of papers for Brielle to file or type up. She would lean over her desk, giving him a full view of her cleavage, and he would watch, transfixed. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before they gave in to their desires.
One afternoon, Ethan came into the office and closed the door behind him. Brielle looked up at him, her heart racing. She knew what was about to happen.
Ethan walked over to Brielle’s desk, his eyes locked on hers. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
“Brielle,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I can’t pretend any longer. I want you.”
Brielle stood up, her breasts pressing against Ethan’s chest. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and she moaned softly.
“I want you too, Ethan,” she whispered.
Ethan leaned down and kissed Brielle, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his body.
They broke apart, gasping for breath. Ethan reached down and lifted Brielle’s skirt, revealing her lack of underwear. She was completely shaved, her pussy glistening with wetness.
Ethan groaned and bent down, his tongue darting out to taste her. Brielle threw her head back and moaned, her hands tangled in Ethan’s hair.
After a few minutes of oral pleasure, Ethan stood up and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. Brielle wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.
Ethan guided Brielle to the edge of her desk and entered her slowly, inch by inch. She moaned as he filled her up, her pussy clenching around him.
Ethan began to thrust, harder and faster. Brielle matched his rhythm, their bodies slapping together. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, her moans growing louder and louder.
“Oh, fuck, Ethan. Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed as she came, her pussy contracting around his cock.
Ethan followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, for several minutes before Ethan pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.
Brielle straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Until next time, Ethan,” she said, her voice sultry and seductive.
Ethan nodded, his eyes filled with desire.
“Until next time, Brielle,” he said, before turning and leaving the office.
